here is a seed
my soul-gift to the future
a self i cannot know
but in dreams and divination
yet though I cannot see
certain am i
hope spreads roots in this soil
here lives
joy
abundance
great care
in this mattering nature
dwells nurturing spirit
no, no divide is there
twixt the sense of hand
and the sense of heart
and so i plant this assurance
my gift to you
dear denizen
of a world i will never know
may it grow well
Wednesday Word
for 24 May 2022
planting
It is time for planting in Vermont. This is time that is spent with a good deal of physical activity directed toward the nebulous future. Underneath all this hard work is always the knowledge that what is planted may not thrive. So the work of planting is a form of hope. It is a work of trust. It is blind faith in the good to come. It does make one philosophical…
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
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By My Solitary Hearth 
Seeds and planting are a gift to the future.
The weather here this coming weekend will be warm and I am looking forward to exhausting myself in the garden planting all the seeds 🙂
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